The rumble of Aziraphale's delighted purring has remained steady throughout their conversation, nearly fading off into background noise. It's an honest reflection of his current mood, pleased to be just where he is and with Crowley tucked comfortably against him. As well discussing such a pleasurable topic as future dates for the two of them.

Although, as Crowley talks, he does recognise that that it doesn't sound much different from what they used to do. Their secret little outings, which had never been anything like a formal date, but almost. . . possibly. He's not thought about it much, but it does feel that way. Almost dates.

Except—

"I must admit, I was also thinking that it might be nice to . . . well, hold your hand afterwards," he confesses. He tries not to sound a little awkward about it, but there's hardly any helping it. That's what would set them apart now, wouldn't it? Displays of romantic affection? Would Crowley even be comfortable with that outside of their home?

He continues on without waiting for a response.

"For the third, we have still yet to go to that izakaya bar. I should see if they serve sushi! I would be delighted to hear your opinion on it."